"Yeah, the time hasn't come yet. But don't get your hopes up, kid. Don't forget that even if I give up the position of Hokage, it may not necessarily be yours. Plenty of people are waiting to compete for it. Before I say anything, they'll stay silent. Once I speak up, they'll definitely start making moves. By then, your number of competitors will multiply, and none of them will be easy to deal with."
"Be a good disciple and listen to me. I'm not used to addressing my own disciple with an honorific, understand?"
Although Namikaze Minato was already nearly as tall as Hikaru, Hikaru still raised a hand and firmly pressed down on his head. If it had been anyone else, Namikaze Minato would probably have vanished before they could even make a move. But this was Hikaru.
Namikaze Minato could only accept it with gritted teeth.
Hikaru's hand started exerting force, immediately messing up Namikaze Minato's fine blond hair. Faced with such a strange action from his teacher, Namikaze Minato could only endure it with a helpless laugh.
"Go train your disciples properly. As for choosing the Hokage, it has nothing to do with you anymore."
Clapping his hands, Hikaru leaped down from Hokage Rock and vanished into the darkness of the night, leaving behind a Namikaze Minato on the verge of tears. His carefully styled hair had been ruined again... and he could not even dodge. Just thinking about it was depressing.
Hikaru would not call his own disciple Hokage Lord. He had not been joking about that. Still, Namikaze Minato's words had reminded him of something and brought certain things he had always avoided into the open.
The time had not come. For Hikaru, it truly had not. What he needed was absolute authority, not to